Romanov Succession by Brian Garfield Read Free Book Online

no window. The walls were pale yellow on plain sheetrock—temporary partitions. It had been carved out of a bigger room at some point. Buckner pulled open a wooden file drawer and rummaged; made a throat noise of satisfaction, lifted out a thin folder and carried it to the desk. “Go on—sit down, sit down.” Buckner cocked a hip on the corner of the desk and sat with one ankle dangling.
    â€œI’d better start by establishing credentials. You know who I am?”
    â€œAide to General Marshall, I gather.”
    â€œIn a way. Actually I’m attached to the White House—military advisor on Soviet affairs. I was Military Attache in Moscow until a few months ago.”
    Alex shifted mental gears; he hadn’t anticipated this.
    Buckner said, “I’m told you hate the Bolsheviks.”
    â€œNo.”
    Buckner smiled slowly. “Okay, You’d better explain that one.”
    â€œI’m a White Russian, Colonel. We were brought up to hate Bolsheviks but you outgrow that after a while. I’m not crazy about Communists but I don’t hate them.”
    â€œFor a man who can’t be bothered to hate them you’ve spent a lot of time shooting at them.”
    â€œThat’s something else,” Alex said. “That’s Stalin.”
    â€œAh. I see now.”
    â€œStalin’s no more a Communist than Hitler is.”
    â€œWell you’ve got a point there.” Buckner watched him speculatively. “You’re acquainted with General A. I. Deniken, I think.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œHe commands a good deal of clout in Washington. Secretary Stimson’s known him for years. Your General Deniken was in a position to get the ear of the Secretary. He brought us an idea. Deniken approached Secretary Stimson. The Secretary and I conferred and then we took it to the President. He listened. The idea didn’t originate with Deniken, it came to him from a group of your people in Europe. Principally the group around your Grand Duke Feodor and his cousin, what’s his name, Leo Kirov?”
    â€œLeon. Prince Leon.”
    â€œOrdinarily it wouldn’t have cut any ice. I mean it’s a bunch of exiled leaders who’ve never even bothered to set up a government-in-exile on paper. There are three Grand Dukes all claiming to be the real Pretender to the Czar’s throne—and none of them speak to each other and one of them’s a Nazi. I mean it’s not the kind of situation anybody takes seriously from the outside. That’d be sort of like trying to restore the King of England to the North American throne.
    â€œBut Deniken wasn’t talking about restoring the monarchy in Russia. He was talking about winning the war, or losing the war.
    â€œRight now this country’s in the same frame of mind that Chamberlain’s England was in at the time of the Munich pact. We need time to educate the people. Time for the President to convince those blind idiots in Congress that they can fight or they can surrender but they can’t just go on ignoring it. You can’t be an isolationist in the age of the long-range bomber and the aircraft carrier.”
    The pencil point broke; Buckner threw it down. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to speechify. I get pissed about it. All right, this proposal your people put forward—the President thinks it may help us buy the time we need.”
    â€œYou’re keeping a lot under your hat.”
    â€œI have to. Look, this conversation is not taking place. Understood?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œYou’re not going to meet President Roosevelt, Colonel. You’re only going to meet me. You understand why?”
    â€œI think so.”
    â€œIf you flap your lip in the wrong places it won’t hurt anybody but me. I’ll deny it and you’ll look like an ass. Officially I’m not on the White House staff. There’s nothing on paper that empowers me to speak for the